"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."
Aldous Huxley

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Sunny and cold. Makes me glad to be alive.

Up and at 'em. I took care of the chickens and out for my daily walk. Absolutely beautiful morning.
At this stage of my life I am grateful for every new day. As you get old, older, you really learn to live in the moment because the moment may be all you have.